Great is the Lord, supremely great

Verse 1

Great is the Lord, supremely great, And greatly to be praised; In Zion, in that holy mount, Let high his fame be raised.

Verse 2

Mount Zion, joy of all the earth, Seated in beauteous wise; The imperial seat of the great King, On her north quarter lies.

Verse 3

God, in her palaces is known, To be a refuge high.

Verse 4

Confederate kings against her came, But hastily passed by.

Verse 5

For when they saw, they were amazed And in confusion fled.

Verse 6

Sudden, as women with their pains, There, were they seized with dread.

Verse 7

So the tempestuous eastern winds, When thou the word dost speak, Rouse up the mid-land seas to rage, And ships of Tarshish break.

Verse 8

In city of the Lord of Host, We've seen, what we had heard; God, his loved city, still preserves, And is her constant guard.

Verse 9

Therefore we, in thy temple, bow, Whenever we're afraid; Think on thy former acts of grace, And silent wait thine aid.

Verse 10

Thy praise, O God, through earth extends. Far as thy name is known; Thy right hand's full of righteousness, Thou faithfully hast done.

Verse 11

Zion, and Judah's towns, rejoice, Because thy works are true.

Verse 12

Through Zion walk, go round her walls, And all her towers view;

Verse 13

Mark well her forts, and palaces; Nor from your sons it hide.

Verse 14

This God, forever, is our God; To death will be our Guide.